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Discord servers tagged with ctd
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23 hours ago
Come, kithain of Childling, Wilder and Grump! Come, nobles and commoners of Seelie and Unseelie! Come, Changelings of all kith! Tara Nar and the Kingdom of Apples calls thee! The Dreaming calls thee!
New York, home to the High King's throne, and bloodied lands of war. New York, a city of concrete giants and endless underground serpents, a city of new beginnings and bountiful history. New York, a place of Glamour, wonder, and adventure!
New York: The Dreaming is a server dedicated to hosting a living community set in the world of Changeling: The Dreaming, 20th edition. Centered around New York City, the Endless Winter is closer than ever. Nobles vie for power and safety from banality, chimera appear from the dreaming, starved of glamour and hungry for kithain, and in the shadows, Thallain are plotting.
You will play and encounter characters of all types, from the surviving commoner looking to withstand the darkness around them, to the striving knights and nobles looking to uphold their duties, to the troublemakers who push for change among society. Who will you be? What adventures will you follow? Find out, in:
New York! The Dreaming!
New York, home to the High King's throne, and bloodied lands of war. New York, a city of concrete giants and endless underground serpents, a city of new beginnings and bountiful history. New York, a place of Glamour, wonder, and adventure!
New York: The Dreaming is a server dedicated to hosting a living community set in the world of Changeling: The Dreaming, 20th edition. Centered around New York City, the Endless Winter is closer than ever. Nobles vie for power and safety from banality, chimera appear from the dreaming, starved of glamour and hungry for kithain, and in the shadows, Thallain are plotting.
You will play and encounter characters of all types, from the surviving commoner looking to withstand the darkness around them, to the striving knights and nobles looking to uphold their duties, to the troublemakers who push for change among society. Who will you be? What adventures will you follow? Find out, in:
New York! The Dreaming!
14
37 days ago
Premise
The Apocalypse has already come—and the Garou lost.
The dream of saving Gaia ended not in triumph, but in smoke, silence, and shame.
When the Last Battle came, the Garou Nation faltered. Too divided, too proud, and too blind to their own decay, the tribes fought among themselves until there was no strength left to fight the real enemy. Now, what remains of the Nation lies in ruins—its moots silenced, its cairns defiled, its heroes dead or vanished into the Umbra.
Most of the surviving Garou have abandoned the old cause, wandering in small packs or hiding in forgotten places. Hope is a rare and fragile thing. The Get of Fenris, once honored for their ferocity, have descended into fanatic zealotry—waging a hopeless, endless crusade that even spirits turn away from. The Silver Fangs, once kings, are now pariahs, blamed for the arrogance and blindness that shattered the Nation. The other tribes? Scattered, leaderless, holding onto scraps of their former glory.
Yet not all is lost.
A few Septs still stand—weathered, bloodied, but unbroken. They hold their ground out of sheer stubbornness, guarding the last sparks of Gaia’s breath from the consuming dark.
The Apocalypse has already come—and the Garou lost.
The dream of saving Gaia ended not in triumph, but in smoke, silence, and shame.
When the Last Battle came, the Garou Nation faltered. Too divided, too proud, and too blind to their own decay, the tribes fought among themselves until there was no strength left to fight the real enemy. Now, what remains of the Nation lies in ruins—its moots silenced, its cairns defiled, its heroes dead or vanished into the Umbra.
Most of the surviving Garou have abandoned the old cause, wandering in small packs or hiding in forgotten places. Hope is a rare and fragile thing. The Get of Fenris, once honored for their ferocity, have descended into fanatic zealotry—waging a hopeless, endless crusade that even spirits turn away from. The Silver Fangs, once kings, are now pariahs, blamed for the arrogance and blindness that shattered the Nation. The other tribes? Scattered, leaderless, holding onto scraps of their former glory.
Yet not all is lost.
A few Septs still stand—weathered, bloodied, but unbroken. They hold their ground out of sheer stubbornness, guarding the last sparks of Gaia’s breath from the consuming dark.
10
56 days ago
The server you were looking for. Make cheese tower defense great again. No cross-trading or scamming.